"Crackle!"
Yang Zhuo was woken up by the sound of firecrackers.
She usually woke up at around six o'clock, but at five o'clock today, the village was filled with firecrackers.
Moreover, the two nearby families were also releasing it.
Good heavens.
The young paparazzo was so scared that it shrank into its nest and did not come out.
Yang Zhuo put on his clothes and opened the wooden door that was made of scraps.
As soon as he came out, he felt that the sound of firecrackers was even more intense.
One after another.
The sky was still dark, and the lights in the courtyard were still on.
A plate of firecrackers had been set up in the open space in the south.
In the kitchen.
Yang Guoqiang was making a fire while Zhang Yumin stood in front of the stove, waiting for the dumplings to be cooked.
When he saw his son come in, he said gently,"Get up. Go and set off the firecrackers. It's almost time to cook the dumplings."”
"Alright."
"Be careful, don't get hurt."
"I know."
Yang Zhuo was a timid person. When he set off firecrackers, he never lit the fuse directly.
Instead, he ignited the wrapping paper outside and let the wrapping paper burn to ignite the fuse.
It gave him enough time to "escape".
In the courtyard.
Yang Zhuo found the fuse of the firecracker and tore off the wrapping paper.
He bent down to light the fire.
At the same time, his body was ready to launch an escape.
"Clap!"
Flames appeared.
This lighter wasn't an electronic one, so he only needed to press it.
This required turning gears and rubbing flint.
He ignited the wrapping paper.
Then, Yang Zhuo ran away.
He felt that his reaction speed was even faster than when he was practicing.
"Crackle!"
The sound of firecrackers rang out.
It was the first day of the new year!
In the kitchen.
The steaming hot dumplings came out of the oven. Because Yang Zhuo didn't eat fat meat, he had specially made them with chives and eggs.
A big bowl of dumplings and half a bowl of dumpling soup.
It was perfect.
After dinner, Zhang Yumin followed a group of aunts to a temple three or four miles away.
They offered incense and prayed for a happy and peaceful family.
Yang Guoqiang went out to visit the elders in the village.
Yang Zhuo didn't follow.
She didn't want to be chased by strange questions again.
He closed the door and trained at home.
The coach said that the first thing he would do after returning to Beijing was a physical examination.
He looked at his body fat percentage.
When he came back, his body fat percentage was 10.3%. If it had improved at home for the past few days, he would probably have to train more when he went back.
......
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, other than the Godparents visiting to pay a New Year's visit, there was nothing else.
Therefore, everyone had nothing to do.
At the crossroads at the east end of the village.
Yang Guoqiang was chatting with a group of neighbors.
At this moment, a car horn sounded from the west side of the village.
For a moment, everyone looked over.
"Whoa, which family's relative is this? He even drives a car.”
"Two Santanas and two vans.”
"Good fellow, what a big scene."
"He's still driving here. Could it be that he's a relative of someone here?”
"That's not right. The village secretary is also following us.”
Just as they were talking, the car drove closer and arrived at the intersection.
Then, the village secretary quickly walked up to Yang Guoqiang.""Old Yang, our county's Secretary Wang and Director Huang are here to offer their condolences. Is your son home?”
"I'm, I'm at home."
Yang Guoqiang had never experienced such a situation before, so he was a little nervous.
"That's good."
After saying that, the secretary turned around and gestured at the car.
Not long after, a group of people got out of the car.
There was a young man with a briefcase, a refined bespectacled young man, a middle-aged man in his fifties with sparse hair, a cameraman with a camera, and a reporter with a microphone.
Then there was the authoritative county leader and Director Huang of the Sports Bureau.
There were more than ten people in the group.
This scene was a little big for the countryside.
Especially when they saw the cameras and reporters, everyone was a little embarrassed and hid to the side.
A young man with a briefcase quickly walked up to Yang Guoqiang and introduced,""Uncle Yang, this is our county's Secretary Wang.”
Yang Guoqiang was a little embarrassed, and his face was a little red."Hello, Secretary Wang!"
"Hello! Hello!"
Secretary Wang smiled and reached out his hand.
After shaking hands, Yang Guoqiang, the village secretary, Secretary Wang, and Director Huang headed home together.
The cameraman was at the front, filming while the reporter was recording with a microphone.
As soon as they left, the neighbors who had gathered together instantly became noisy.
"Good boy, the county secretary came to Yang Guoqiang's house!”
"There's also a camera."
"Other than the secretary, there's also the director of the sports bureau.”
"This is very ostentatious!"
"He must be here to see Yang Zhuo."
"I remember that before school started, the county leaders came once. At that time, it wasn't the secretary, but the Education Bureau, the Sports Bureau, and the principal of the Second High School.”
"Let's go and take a look."
Soon, dozens of families, adults and children, came over.
On the other side.
Yang Zhuo was exercising in the yard in his sweater. He didn't pay much attention to the noise outside.
He treated it as a passerby.
Until the door opened.
He saw a large group of people coming in, and the one at the front was even carrying a camera.
He was instantly stunned.
When everyone came in, Yang Zhuo saw a familiar face.
Director Huang.
At this moment, Yang Guoqiang rushed over.""This is Secretary Wang from our county and Director Huang from the Sports Bureau.”
Yang Zhuo was a man of the world. He had seen many leaders in the Field Management Center.
He was not nervous.
"Hello, Secretary Wang!" Hello, Director Huang!"
"Hello, Yang Zhuo!"
Secretary Wang smiled and shook his hand.
Director Huang was more familiar with the situation. He smiled and said,"Yang Zhuo, we haven't seen each other for a while.”
"Yes, almost half a year!"
At this moment, Yang Guoqiang found a few stools and chairs for the leader to sit down.
The reason why he didn't let her in was mainly because there were too many people and the room couldn't accommodate her.
In the end, Secretary Wang sat in the middle while Yang Zhuo and Director Huang sat on both sides. The three of them started chatting.
They were most concerned about Yang Zhuo's current situation on the national team.
Director Huang also asked about Zhuo Yang's current 100m sprint record. He was surprised when he heard that Zhuo Yang's record was 10.16 seconds.
Secretary Wang didn't know much about this. He asked,"Director Huang, 10.16 seconds is considered very good, right?”
Director Huang replied excitedly,"Secretary, our country's national record is 10.17 seconds. Last year's Asian Games champion was only 10.24 seconds."”
"Whoa!"
Now Secretary Wang knew what kind of achievement Yang Zhuo had.
He was the champion of the Asian Games and had even surpassed the national record.
Of course.
Because Yang Zhuo had run the test privately, he couldn't really break the record.
However, this was still very powerful.
Therefore, Secretary Wang looked at Yang Zhuo more kindly.
With Zhuo Yang's age and talent, he would definitely be a top athlete in the country in the future. He might even be one now.
......
After talking for about half an hour, Secretary Wang and Director Huang left.
This time, he didn't only come to visit Yang Zhuo, but also to sympathize with the lonely old people in the village.
There was a van filled with flour, rice, and cooking oil.
Under the leadership of the village secretary, the lonely elderly with poor families received a bag of noodles, a bag of rice, a barrel of oil, and 500 yuan from each family.
This was not a small amount. It was enough for an old man's expenses for half a year.
There were villagers watching the whole process.
"I didn't expect the secretary to come to the village to express his condolences.”
"It doesn't matter what you say. It's a good thing."
"That's right. It's better than nothing."
"This must be because of Yang Guoqiang's family.”
"Yes."
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